Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Henry Beckett
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raffaele Volpi
Songwriter
Lyrics
I grabbed a book took the tram
Moved to the centre of Milan
It's my home after all
I entered a saloon "Please bring me a cup of tea
Even though the table next to me will laugh at me"
I think so, they did
Oh some people get lost
Searching for the sun
Oh some people get lost
In a dead house full of dust
I sit alone I count the paintings hung on the wall
And there's some alt-rock here
What were the odds?
The cold is back I feel like a cat that lacks a warm hand
I won't crawl through the lines
Of the message you sent
Oh some people get lost
Searching for the sun
Oh some people get lost
In a dead house full of dust
Loneliness can be a friend
I'm fine with who I am
I wonder 'bout life and death
Sinking in the quicksand
Oh some people get lost
Searching for the sun
Oh some people get lost
In a dead house full of dust
Everything comes to an end but all we need is a start
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